Escape: A Stepbrother Romance Novella Read Online Free PDF

firm to keep her
grounded.  I can hear her breathing hitch as I stroke across the silkiness of
her back.  With my face pressed into her neck I can almost pretend this isn’t
really happening. It feels like a dream, a fantasy that will be gone when I
open my eyes.  She’s like an angel visiting me in purgatory and her sweetness
and strength just make me want more. 
    I
know I shouldn’t. 
    I
shouldn’t be here.  I don’t belong in her perfect life.
    I
shouldn’t want her.  She’s my stepsister and it’s wrong.
    I
shouldn’t.  But I do and I can’t stop myself. 

 
    Chapter 5
    Samantha
     
    Oh my god.  I can
feel Bran shaking against me.  He’s trembling like a leaf as his fingertips
graze my spine.  It feels so good to be in his arms, so right.  It’s like
slipping into your most comfortable clothes, like a custom made suit.  He feels
perfect but it’s Bran, my stepbrother, and we shouldn’t be doing this. 
    But
I want to.  Like the song, my minds telling me no but my body has other ideas.
    His
breath gusts against my skin and he’s gone still as though he’s warring with
himself too.  I feel like I’m standing on a ledge and just one little step is
gonna take me into oblivion, and it’s scary but I want to fall into him. I want
him to catch me.
    “Bran,”
I breathe and his lips graze my bare shoulder, revealed by my silky blouse. 
“Oh god,” I say.
    “Sammie,”
he says, like he’s in a dream, but this is real.  It’s so, so real when I
inhale the scent on his skin and it explodes something in my mind.  Everything
about him is familiar but different.  I can’t get a grip on what’s happening.
    His
fingers are running up my side, thumb slipping around the front of my ribs, so
slowly I can’t take in air.  One move and he might stop.  One move and we might
both come to our senses. 
    Oh,
I don’t want him to stop. 
    I
know the moment he realizes that I’m not wearing a bra.  His thumb grazes the
underside of my breast and he goes totally still again.  Seconds tick by, a
siren passes outside at a distance, and we exist like mannequins in an erotic
window display.  I’m panting and the sheer want I feel inside eclipses
all restraint and sense. 
    I’m
lost.
    “Don’t
stop,” I say, kissing his neck and running the very tip of my tongue over his
skin.
    His
thumb runs upwards until it finds its goal; the very tip of my nipple.  He’s so
still again and I can feel the skin puckering and my breast aching for more. 
When the tingling has stopped he presses down hard and it feels so good I
moan.  His hand grips my flesh, squeezing, kneading as his chest rises and
falls against my palm.  He feels like a coiled spring.  Inside, I am too. Ready
to unfurl and surrender at any second.
    “Oh,
fuck,” he mutters as I slip my hand under his shirt, marveling at the swells
and dips my hand discovers. He’s like a rock, a beautifully sculpted hunk of
mountain.
    My
mind is going crazy.  Brandon has his hand on my breast and his mouth on my
neck and I’m pawing at him like I’ve been starved of men for years.  I suppose
I have really.  No boyfriend I’ve had has come near to the level of closeness I
felt with Brandon.  I’ve never loved anyone like I love him.
    “Tell
me to stop,” he whispers and he sounds like he’s in real pain.  Is this hurting
him?  The desperate tremor in his voice pierces the fierceness of my drive for
more.  All I want is for Brandon to be in my life again.  If this feels wrong
to him, if he doesn’t want it, I can’t take him somewhere that might drive us
apart. I couldn’t bear for that to happen.
    I
pull my hand from under his shirt and use them both to cup his face and bring
his eyes to mine.  They flick over me, trying to read my expression, or trying
to tell me things I just can’t read.  The vivid blue-greenness of them stuns me
momentarily.  “It’s okay,” I say.  I stand on tiptoes and kiss his cheek, then
pull him